Chapter 97

MANNIE’S POV

Morning came like a slap to the face.

Before my alarm even rang, someone tugged on my blanket.

Then another.

And another.

“Mommy, wake up!”

“I’m hungry!”

“No, Mommy promised to braid my hair today!”

“That’s not today, dummy—”

“Mommy! Zane called me dummy!”

“I did not—!”

Eight voices ov...